[hank isn’t the only one who isn’t thrilled about participating in this activity. mello sits down in the chair opposite with a similarly petulant attitude, scowling, his arms folded tightly over his sleeveless black leather vest. he shoots hank a particularly withering look when the question is asked.]
Don’t tell me you actually care about this utter waste of time.
number one.
Don’t tell me you actually care about this utter waste of time.